Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alphas Prize Blood Mate: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Annabella My face feels like it is on fire. I lift my hand and pat the bandages, trying to put it out. I wish Charlie would have finished the job, whatever I thought my life would be like with my owner. It is 10 times past the worst of that if I could get my call button cord around my neck and had the strength to pull it tight enough. I would end it here and now myself. Even worse yet is that I can't get Wesly's handsome face out of my head. Every time I try to close my eyes, I relive the experience of him kissing me. I can feel his lips on mine. He has treated me with less value than the dirt beneath his feet. Yet my heart skips when I look at him or smell his unique scent of fire and cotton. My body has somehow xeroxed the feeling of being in his arms to itself. I can still feel his heat on my flesh where I have been pressed against him. The contact seems to be everlasting. I hadn't expected him just to leave me here. But I guess I should have. After all, he said, I was only a

Annabella 'Am I dreaming?' I thought to myself. The weight of Wesly's body pressed against mine is proof to the contrary. His arms are wrapped tightly around me as if I am his prized possession. If only it were true. I may not be asleep, but sooner or later, the fantasy is going to end. It always does with Wesly. My face is also throbbing, another proof that I am conscious. I am back to wondering where the Alpha is. I sighed heavily at the thought. I know this is all happening because Wesly feels responsible for Charlie attacking me. I want his affection, but not out of guilt. I also know I probably shouldn't since Wesly has already shown me I can't trust him, but I still feel safe when he is close. At least, my subconscious self does, anyway. For the first time in a long time, I didn't wake up in a cold sweat. I am also quite shocked to be still lying in Wesly's bed. I had expected he would kick me out once he knew I wasn't at death's door. He probably will when he wakes up.

Wesly Did you have a good visit with Cindy and the baby?" I asked Bella, setting down our dinner tray. I had the flowers behind my back. "He is so stinking cute!" She gushed. "My ovaries are literally screaming." I chuckled at her as I went over to the bed, presenting her with the bouquet before sitting down and putting her legs across my lap. I noticed that Jessica had moved her into my room as I instructed. I also see she has finally opened her boxes. At least she is getting settled. "Did you like your gifts?" I asked, beginning to rub her muscles. She buried her nose in the flowers, leaving pollen on her bandage. "I did. Wesly, you didn't have to go to all that trouble for me, but thank you," She says with a telling grin. "Whatever doesn't fit, we can send back or exchange. I have to admit I had Cindy's help. I'm not much at picking out girlie things." "I am sure all of it will all be fine," She assured me. "As soon as I get my sight back, I will try everything on." I

Wesly My circadian rhythm obviously doesn't know I am supposed to be on vacation. I have been awake for hours. Bella is still peacefully curled up at my side. I have noticed she hasn't had a nightmare since sharing my bed. At least I could do something for her. My arm is falling asleep, but I don't dare budge. She seems to want her face tucked safely away, and I am happy to oblige. I hear Jessica coming down the hallway. I link to her and tell her not to knock on the door. She comes in with our breakfast, sets the tray on the desk, and quickly leaves. I intend to ask Bella if she would agree to accept me as her Alpha so she can be a part of the collective as well. I have goosebumps at the thought of having her voice in my head at her will. Bella wakes up and catches me watching her sleep. She smiles at me. "Good morning, Wesly." She says. I bend over her and kiss her softly. "Morning Bella." I returned. "How are you feeling?" "I have been better." She says, trying to bury h

Wesly I am lost in my head as I run Bella's bath. I hadn't meant to upset her with my line of questioning. I should have known Darrell's shady ass would have been the dealer. He has worked with Alpha George for years. Of course, he was the one who'd taken Bella's mother and sister from the pack. I don't know why I hadn't made the connection before. I have never washed a woman's hair before. I hoped I was doing a good job. Bella seemed to be enjoying it. I had felt a little ashamed of myself for thinking what I was thinking until I knew Bella's emotions were mirroring my own. From the start, her body has responded to me like none other. It felt as though she was my other half that made a whole. I don't like the smell of my shampoo in her hair. When I snuggle my face in her locks, I would prefer a more feminine fragrance. "We can get you some better-smelling shampoo," I tell her as I massage her scalp. "Whatever you like is fine with me." She replied. I am glad she has her go